Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.